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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Cure to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.