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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.