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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Can,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.