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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.