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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.