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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.