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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
June Days,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.