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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.