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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Little Man,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.