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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Sound 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 funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.