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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.