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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.