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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
JFA,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.