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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.