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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.