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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.