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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Whodini,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.