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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.