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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.