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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.