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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.