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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.