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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Scion,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.