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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Crime,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.