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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.