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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.