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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.