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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.