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 Togo 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.