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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.