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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.