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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.