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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.