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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.