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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.