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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.