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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.