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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.