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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.