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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Slave,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.