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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.