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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.