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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.