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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.