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 Belize 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.