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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Scion,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.