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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.