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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Can,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.