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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Scion,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.