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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.