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 Monaco and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.