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 Malta and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.