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 Niger 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.