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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.