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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 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 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.