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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
CMW,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.