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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
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.