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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Index,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.