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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.