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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Organ,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.