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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.