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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Television,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.