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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.