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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.