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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.