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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.