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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.