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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Mars,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.