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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
ABC,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.