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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Visage,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.