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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.