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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Monks,
Erasure,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.