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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.