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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.