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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.