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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.