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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
June Days,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.