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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Morten Harket 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.