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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Wake,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.