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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Wire,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
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.