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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Television,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.