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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.