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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.