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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Index to the electroclash 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Japan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.