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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.