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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators 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 grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.