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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.