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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.