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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.