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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.