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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
UT,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.