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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.