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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.