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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
PIL,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.