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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.