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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.