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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.