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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon 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?
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.