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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.