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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.