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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.