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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Visage,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.