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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.