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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.