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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.