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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.