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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.