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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.