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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.