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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
MDC,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Slits,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.