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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.