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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Magma,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.