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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.