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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.