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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
MC5,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.