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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.