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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.