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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.