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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.