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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.