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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.