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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.