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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.