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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.