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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.