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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.