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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.