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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.