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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.