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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.