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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.