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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.