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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.