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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.