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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.