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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
New Order,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.