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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.