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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.