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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.