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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.