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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Pole,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.