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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.