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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.