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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.