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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Cluster,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.