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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
UT,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.