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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.