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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The Index,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.