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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.