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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Chrome,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.