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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.