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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.