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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.