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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
The Victims,
10cc,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.