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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.