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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.