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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.