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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-Ray Spex 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.