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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.