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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.