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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.