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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.