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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.