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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.