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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.