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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.