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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
CMW,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.