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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.