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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.