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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Index,
This Heat,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
JFA,
Roxette,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.