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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.