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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
June Days,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.