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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.