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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.