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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.