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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.