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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.