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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.