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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.