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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.