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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.