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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.