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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.