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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.