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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.