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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 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 Easy Going 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.