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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.