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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.