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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.