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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.