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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Yaz,
ABC,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.