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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.