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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.