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 Spain and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.