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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.