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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.