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 Ireland and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Magazine,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.