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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.