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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.