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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.