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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.