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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.