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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.