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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.