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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.