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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.