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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.