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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.