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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
The Martian,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.