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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.