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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.