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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.