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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.