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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.