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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.