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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Crime,
Nico,
Symarip,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.