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 Palau and from Paris.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.