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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Chrome,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.