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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Crime,
Nirvana,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.