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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
10cc,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Index,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.