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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.