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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Index,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.