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 Cuba 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Technova,
The Index,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.