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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.