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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.