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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.