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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.