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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Black Bananas 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.