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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.