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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.