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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Niagra,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.