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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.