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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.