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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
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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.