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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.