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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.