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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.