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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.