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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.