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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.