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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.