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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.