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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.