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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.