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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.