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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Joe Smooth 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.