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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.