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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Wake 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Slave,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.