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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Smog,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
the Slits,
Brick,
Boredoms,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.