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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Franke,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.