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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.