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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Martian to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
the Association,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.