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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Neu!,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.