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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.