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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.