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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.