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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wire to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.