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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.