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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Visage,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Can,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.