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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.