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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Brick,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.