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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Roxette,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.