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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.