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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.