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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.