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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.