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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.