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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.