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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 the Germs 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
10cc,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.