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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.