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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.