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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.