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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.