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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.