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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.