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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.