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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.