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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.