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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.