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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.