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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Negative Approach 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.