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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.