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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 10cc to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
John Cale,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.