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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.