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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.