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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.