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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.