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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
10cc,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.