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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.