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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.