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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.