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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
cv313,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.