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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.