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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
10cc,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.