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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Crime,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.