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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.