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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.