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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.