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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.