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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.