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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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?
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.