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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.