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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.