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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.