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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.