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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.