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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Gong,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.