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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.