Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.