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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.