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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.