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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.