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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.