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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.