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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Index,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.