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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.