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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.