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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.