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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
PIL,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.