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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.