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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Television,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Names,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.