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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.