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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Symarip,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.