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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.