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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.