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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Gong,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.