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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.