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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.