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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Lakeside 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.