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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.