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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.