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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.