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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.