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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.