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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.