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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.