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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The Index,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.