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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.