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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 guitar 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 Cameo to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.