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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
UT,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.