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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Faust to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Move,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.