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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
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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.