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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Index,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.