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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.