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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Television,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.