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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.