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 France and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.