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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.