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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.