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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.