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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Lyres,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.