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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.