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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.