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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.