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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
UT,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.