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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Jandek,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.