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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.