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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.