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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.