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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.