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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.