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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
The Human League,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.