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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
AZ,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
The Index,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.