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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.