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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Mummies to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
June Days,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.