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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.