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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.