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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.