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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.