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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.