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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Monks,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.