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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.