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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Maurizio,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.