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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.