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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.