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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
UT,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.