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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.