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 Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.