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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.