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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Names,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.