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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.