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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.