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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.