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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.