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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.