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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
MDC,
The Fall,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.