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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Martian,
Gong,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.