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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.