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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.