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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.