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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.