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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.