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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.