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 Australia and from Manila.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.