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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Rakim,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.