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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.