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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.