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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Shoche,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.