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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.