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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.