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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Technova,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.