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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.