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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.