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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Scion to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.