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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.