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 India and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.