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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.