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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.