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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.