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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.