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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.