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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.