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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.