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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.