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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.