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 France and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers 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 jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.