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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Flipper,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.