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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.