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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
The Fall,
the Normal,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.