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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Urselle,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.