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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Wings,
AZ,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
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.