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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.