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 China and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.