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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.