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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.