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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
DNA,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.