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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Little Man,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.