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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.