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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Magma,
John Holt,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.