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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.