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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.