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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.