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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.