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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.