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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Brick,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.