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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.