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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Chrome,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.