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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Crime,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.