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 Nauru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Names,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.