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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.