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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.