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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.