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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.