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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.