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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.