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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.