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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.