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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.