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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Wings,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.