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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.