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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
JFA,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.