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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Q65,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.