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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.