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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.