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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Nas,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.