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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.