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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.