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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.