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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 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 Excepter to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.