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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.