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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.