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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.