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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.