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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.