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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.