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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.