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 India and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.