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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.