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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.