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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.