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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.