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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.