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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.