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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Standells to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Hashim,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.