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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.