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 Russia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Scrapy,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.