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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.