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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.