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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.