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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.