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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.