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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.