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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Urselle,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.