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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Gories,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.