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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.