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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.