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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.