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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.