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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.