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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Gories to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.