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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.