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 Seychelles 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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.