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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Martian 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.