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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.