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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.