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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.