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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.