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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.