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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.