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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.