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 Benin and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.