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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.