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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.