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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.