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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.