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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.