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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.