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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Residents,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.