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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.