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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Wings,
Can,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Chrome,
ABC,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.