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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Hashim,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.