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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.